“My father's gone," Joe said eventually. "Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?”

“Driven across many nations, across many oceans I am here, my brother, for this final parting,to offer at last those gifts which the dead are givenand to speak in vain to your unspeaking ashes,since bitter fortune forbids you to hear me or answer,O my wretched brother, so abruptly taken!But now I must celebrate grief with funeral tributesoffered the dead in the ancient way of the fathers;accept these presents, wet with my brotherly tears, andnow and forever, my brother, hail and farewell.”

“My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world”

“My brother-"Fuck your brother." I squeezed the trigger.”

“To lose a sibling is to lose the one person with whom one shares a lifelong bond that is meant to continue on into the future.” I understood this to mean that as a seventeen-year-old whose brother was most likely dead, I was acting t like a complete ass-hat for a good reason. Not only had my brother disappeared, but–and bear with me here–a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from then on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.”

“Ember, you're the only piece of me I have left. Everything else-my family, my home, my soul- they're all gone. I don't know who the hell I am anymore. If it weren't for you... I don't know.”